Ask The Old Galactic Rumble

[Oren Zapan]

Loovria was one of the last planets left in the Mid Rim still operating heavily on slavery, lacking any truly valuable resources, the planet had fallen under the radar of the warring factions of the Clone Wars and then the Old Empire. It was a relic of the past, with antiquated buildings and massive arenas. The planet was full of slavers and gladiators all looking to make a quick credit and a name for themselves. Oren personally found kill sports to be repulsive and simple minded, but he had a feeling the galaxy at large seemed to disagree. Gladiator fights were big business and it didn't care who you were.

Oren and another Jedi, a purple skinned Twi'lek named Mila Tesara had arrived on the planet looking to purchase an old artifact from the time of the Clone Wars in order to study their brothers of old, but when they arrived at the Hutt's palace they found various child slaves and the sort. The two of them, thinking rather brash decided to try and free a few, leaving them to get caught.

Thus was the reason for the two of them being locked away in the dungeon of Kraaga's Palace. Oren sat across from his fellow Jedi, his usual smuggler's disguise was scuffed and dirty, while his left eye supported a black eye. "Tell me the truth," he'd cough as he sat up in the dingy dark room, "Do you think I pull of a black eye?" A smile would form on the ever optimistic Jedi's face. There was no chance of escape and their death by combat was only a few hours away, but hey you gotta stay positive somehow, right?

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[Mila Tesara]

Mila sat in meditation, focusing on the events to come, and a little bit on the events from earlier today. She really thought this whole 'free the slaves' plan was going to go off without a hitch. Clearly she was wrong. There was a sense of pain, sorrow, and also strangely enough a mix of pride and excitement radiating from this place. Most peculiar. Her companion seemed to be in a better mood though, his optimism not yet shaken despite the hardships facing them. It was quite the change. Mila herself was calm, still feeling at peace with whatever fate awaited her. The force would see them through this, whatever 'this' might be, so fretting about it wasn't going to help. If anything, her only concern was that The Jabberwocky was impounded, and that one of the Hutts toadies was screwing with the nav computer.

The voice of Oren caught her attention, as she opened one eye and looked to her companion, a small smile stretching across her face as he asked the tantalizing question. Mila opened her other eye, feeling that she had meditated enough for today. She studied his face for a moment, then the black eye, raising her hand to her chin like she was giving the question some actual thought; even tilting her head to the side before rendering judgement. After several moments of this, Mila shook her head softly. "It looks like you attempted to apply eye shadow, but had no clue what you were doing." She stated, setting that hand she had around her chin into her lap. "That enforcer was a little too harsh. Sadly I don't think we can report him for that." She commented, feeling rather at peace with the fate that awaited them.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren chuckled at the comment, eye shadow huh? Never heard that one before. He did take a good old hit to the face, it stung like a kriff, but he was happy that he took it like a champ. The knight was only happy that Nara wasn't here to see the stupid stunt he pulled to end up in the position. "Ah, who cares," he'd say, "I think we started it," his brow would raise as he returned a toothy grin.

"Truth be told, I didn't really take you for the trouble maker type." He felt at peace here, with everything going on around them, "If I get eaten by a rancor, at least I'm going to end up in the stomach with a good looking Jedi by my side, am I right?" He'd let out a laugh, attempting to keep the mood a bit light. He was a bit anxious, but there was nothing he could do at this point, he could only wait. The force put us in this position, I believe that it was for a reason. Maybe it was to get to know her...or maybe it's time to actually pay the piper and join the force, either way, let's just see what happens Oren.

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[Mila Tesara]

Mila only shrugged her shoulders, not sure what else to add to her companions initial comment. She was glad he took the comment well, and also happy that Brahe wasn't here with her; though the boy would have been running off with one of the Twi'lek slaves the moment they touched down on the planet. Oren's following statement caught her attention, to which she sprung an inquisitive look. "Oh, then do tell, what type do you take me for?" She asked with an amused tone, curious how her companion would respond.

She could sense he was at peace as well, which was going to make this whole dying thing go over quite well all things considered. His following statement perplexed her even further, as she pursed her lips and looked away from him. After a moment of reflection she shrugged her shoulders, looking back to him with a small smile. "Perhaps, but that's assuming they send the rancor in. We could just get some Nexus. Mind not be as quick a death in that case." She wasn't used to having compliments levied at her, even when Brahe complimented her it was more to torment her. Mila awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, unsure what to say following that.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren's lips would purse as he tried to hold back a laugh, "Well.." He'd raise a brow, "I think of you more as the serious, patient type." He'd lean back against the cell wall, "I know your student, Brahe, to deal with him all day means you have to be patient..or insane," he'd chuckle as the thought back to the fast paced boy. "I admire that about you," he'd say in a serious gentle tone, "I only wish that I could have had that patience with some of my students." The words hinted that he still held some regret about the past.

The markings on the near human's face would slightly pulse a shade of red, it was clear she wasn't used to hearing such words. Unlike her student, he meant the words truthfully, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as he scratched against the shadow that was forming on the sides of his face. "Well, if they bring out those big cats...it'd be a shame," he'd say as he hopped off the bed and onto his feet, moving slightly closer to the fellow Jedi, "That would mean we'd have less time together, and that'd be a shame--I was really liking where this was going," he'd tease in a playful flirty manner.

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[Mila Tesara]

Color played across Mila's face now, as she was taken aback by the compliment. "I think of Brahe as my son, I've known him since he was young. He has a good heart, but I admit he has faults, but that is just an opportunity for him to grow into a better jedi." Mila's smile widened at the thought of her padawan overcoming his faults, maybe he would grow into a respectable young man, maybe even have a wife; or husband if her suspicions were true. She expected alot out of him, as any parent should with their child. Her eyes looked back to the knight as he used that word, 'admire', and thought of the jedi who had instilled such beliefs in her. "It's all about outlook and perception, I learned from one of the best on how to do this. It's all about detaching yourself from the situtation, and instead viewing it from their prospective. It's just a mental exercise, but it helped keep my sanity when I took on Brahe." Mila nodded in affirmation, thanking the stars she had Kraud to turn to when she took on her first padawan. If Oren thought she was patient, he needed to see Kraud in action; he had been raising two young girls as his padawans for years, and his sanity hadn't diminished in the slightest.

It seemed her response had generated a bit of embarrassment on behalf of her companion, which caused her smile to vanish and her lips to purse together. Flirtation was not her strong suit, Brahe always teased her about it, but it was true; she could be a sweet talker in the heat of the moment, but she had no clue how to respond to such things. "I wouldn't go that far, they can drag out deaths out for quite a bit if they want to." Mila fiddled with her lekku, her tone remaining calm as if nothing was wrong with this situation at all. "I'm sure if you asked they could make it into a special occasion." Through out the talk, Mila's tone continued to remain calm, very to the point. If anything, she was waiting for the force to deal it's judgement upon the pair, for she was intent to make due with whatever hand was dealt. "The force will see us through this yet, so perhaps we may have many more adventures after this." Mila looked to the ceiling, then to the cell door. "We may die, or we may live. One thing is for sure, we will not cease to be. For even in death, there is the force." Mila looked to her fellow knight, nodding with full conviction that they would see this through. "If it's Nexu though, try and keep them away from me. I think I'm allergic to their coats. That would be most unpleasant to deal with." She added to the end of her rather profound statement, least she hoped it sounded profound, as this whole 'awaiting' death thing would wear on anyone.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would nod as she mentioned her own padawan and how she viewed him as a son. Oren had taught plenty of students during his time in the temple, many knew of him and came to him. But, to think that each and every relationship went perfect would be lying. Truth be told he had failed his first apprentice, lashing out against him, destroying any relationship the two of them had. The Jedi was hoping to make those ammends, but it seemed that likely today would be his last day. I'm sorry Byron.

He'd think to Nara, who was away on her journey for her crystal. The young woman was practically a daughter to him, and the thought of her losing him filled him with some pain. I know you'll become a better Jedi than I ever amounted to be...both of you. He'd close his eyes for a few moment, taking a deep breath as he centered himself. "You're right, the force has willed this to be. I fear nothing, for we are the force." He'd smile softly, his brown eyes locking in and examining her face for a good solid moment.

Though the sounds of footsteps approaching the cell caused the Jedi to turn, a few brutish guards would grunt as they prodded the two of them with stun batons out of the cell and down a large walkway. They were completely surrounded and with each footstep closer towards the large durasteel gate, the rumbling of the stands would begin to tremble and grow louder. Oren would slip a hand on Mila's waist, leaning in to whisper against her cone ear, "May the force be with you, always." He'd pull away, looking forward as they were directed into the center of the arena.

Whole scores of the stands erupted and at the center of the stands was a large platform where the mighty hutt sat. He'd look out towards the two of them, with little interest. The hutt's protocol droid would call out, "The mighty Kragga the hutt welcomes you all to this glorious day. Before you, stands two thieves! We welcome you all, and we ask you to enjoy the show." The droid's robotic arms would shift as he peered down towards the two of them, "Please don't die too quickly, but before that happens...do either of you have a last word?" Oren peered towards his companion, hoping she would buy him some time.

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[Mila Tesara]

It seemed that Oren was trying to make his peace, something Mila was already content with. Brahe would grow into a fine young man, even without her presence. She was just saddened that she wouldn't live to see it. She could sense a small bit of sorrow from the man, as well as a resolve. At least he had come to terms with his mortality, as had she. Mila reached out and put a hand on Oren's shoulder, she wasn't one for physical contact, but given what was about to happen it seemed appropriate. As her green eyes met with his brown eyes, there was an understanding between the two that did not require words. It was quite amazing, as even without the force between them, she could sense what he was thinking. "We are all one with the force Master Oren." She added, her hand turning towards the cell as it seemed they were scheduled to go out now.

She could hear the crowds cheering, almost exuberant at the bloodshed they were about to witness, and only felt a ping of sorrow for them. They led such empty and meaningless lives if they took joy in the torment of others, what sad creatures they must have been. Being lead out of the cell and into the doors of the arena, Mila nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt a hand on her waist. She relaxed once she realized it was Oren, but that didn't stop her face from exploding out in color. She gave a small nod, partly wondering what had prompted that reaction, perhaps he hadn't meant anything by it, surely not. "And also with you." Mila whispered back, her focus returning to the death that awaited them, or the salvation that would present itself.

As the pair were lead into the center of the arena, Mila could only take comfort in not having been put into one of those ridiculous slave costumes. She might have died of embarrassment had that been her fate, but the Hutt probably knew better than to make a Jedi Knight into his personal dancer; after all, the infamous Jabba the Hutt had perished due to crossing a jedi according to the legends. She kept a calm expression, not a hint of fear to be found in her. Not even the 'mighty' Kragga could control what the force had in store for them. She let the droid speak, knowing this was all standard procedure. The Hutts were always so cryptic and odd about the way they carried this sort of things out; why not just shoot them and get it over with? Once the droid was done, Mila couldn't help but notice Oren staring at her, and had the strange impression he was wanting something from her. She looked over to him, head tilting to the side as she seemed puzzled, unsure what her companion might want, but given the situation there was little she could actually give him. Seeing as how they were going to die though, Mila figured she might as well let the Hutt get her thoughts on this whole situation; she was going to die anyways right? Why hold back now. "Yes, oh mighty Kragga, please do me the honor of hearing my last words most gracious one." Mila said, her tone mellow and relaxed as if she was speaking with someone on the street. The Hutt seemed to perk up at hearing this, a low grumble escaping his throat, it probably was his attempt to chuckle. He wasn't going to be laughing for long, as Mila switched into Huttese for this next part. "You are a fat fething slug with no class, and the sense of fashion only a nerf herder's mother would love. Your stetch is so mighty, even the inhabitants of Quesh are amazed by how your mere presense taints the air. Yes, oh mighty, Kragga, only you could be such an unwitting slug, that you have no clue your majordomo has been stealing credits from you for years now, or how much of a mistake you are making here in this moment."

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren's brow would raise as his eyes widened at Mila as she began to berate the Hutt. His mouth would drop open slightly as he could sense the heat glowing upon the Hutt's face as his fingers trembled in anger. Oh Kriff, he'd think to himself as the crowd began to gasp and call out in shock over the situation. Things were not going to look well for them.

"Is that aggressive negotiations?" He'd muse towards Mila, "I...didn't take you for the type," though the Jedi didn't have time to smile, as he felt a rumble slowly begin to come from across the arena. A roar would escape and large hands would wrap around the gate, pulling at it with its large claws.

"Release Zanthibar!" The Droid would call out, and the crowd would jump to a roar as a large green Rancor would come crashing into the open.

"What in the kriff," Oren would turn towards the twi'lek, a laugh escaping his lips as he tried to hide his fear, "It's not cats...this is good right? Right?"

He'd peer out towards the crowd, looking for R2. He would spot the droid slowly rumbling down the steps and towards the edge of the walls. "Distract...that thing," he'd yell as he took off towards the wall, skidding towards it and looking up. Citizens would laugh and jest, throwing items down at the Jedi as they thought he'd try to escape.

"Alright H5, give it to me!" He'd call out, watching as the droid beeped and bounced as a small compartment opened up, popping his lightsaber into the air. Reaching out with the force he would pull the blade into his hands, igniting it in front of them all. The crowd would gasp and a wide applaud would open up through the crowd--they were about to have a show of the lifetime.



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[Mila Tesara]

"I call it passive aggressive negotiations. Got the idea from Brahe. Seems I upset the host though." Mila answered, not letting her eyes leave the rather irate expression of the Hutt. It brought her a bit of satisfaction, as while she wasn't going to plead for her life, she was at least going to take a jab at this wicked creature who was responsible for so much suffering. The jedi knight took in a deep breath, as she reached out and felt out the area around her. Something very big, and hungry was being brought towards them.

When the droid gave out the call for 'Zanthibar', Mila's lip twitched with concern. Seemed they were sending in the rancor, most unfortunate. The creature's roar was so mighty, Mila could feel it in her bones. This was going to be a tad annoying to deal with, certainly. Mila turned towards Oren now, hearing a nervous laugh escape his lips. "You're correct, those are not cats." She smiled, trying to think how in the hell they were going to deal with a Rancor, then turned her attention towards the large beast lumbering towards the pair. "He's so big, he might be able to eat the two of us at the same time." Mila mused, tilting her head to the side as she sized up the rancor. Zanthibar was certainly well fed, that was rather clear. She heard Oren ask if she minded distracting the beast, to which she glanced back to him and shrugged. She'd never played keep away from a Rancor before, Mila imagined it would be a bit of a challenge, but if Oren had a plan that would give them a chance to escape. "I'll see what I can do, but he looks awfully hungry." Mila muttered, as she began to walk towards the Rancor, closing her eyes and focusing on only the force. Oren was making for the wall, while she made her way towards the Rancor. She felt calm, at peace, her mind focused as the Rancor began to pick up speed, rushing towards her now. Mila began to run towards it as well,calling upon the force as she moved like a blur, tuning out the cheers of the crowds, the roar of the beast, the thundering roar of her own heart.

She moved within reach of the Rancor, felt the beast taking a swipe towards her as it attempted to slow itself down. Mila grinned, as she stopped focusing on the 'force speed', letting herself drop down and slide across the ground and right between Zanthibar's legs. The Rancor's swipe narrowly missed her, as the Jedi Knight was now on the back side of the Rancor, getting back to her feet as she turned to face the beast. Zanthibar looked about confused, before he caught scent of his prey, his massive form turning around just as Mila leapt onto the beast's shoulder, which caused the Rancor to promptly go into a frenzy. Hopefully Oren would hurry up, as Mila clung to the hide of the beast for dear life, as it roared and attempted to swipe her off. This seemed like a good idea in her head, but clearly she was wrong.

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[Oren Zapan]

Spoiler: Music

The crowd would holler and cheer, their collective breaths and gasps as the large beast pounded along the dusty arena surface, it's large lumbering hands swiping out towards the quick twi'lek Jedi. Oh Kriffing force, you gotta be kidding me. He'd shake his head as his heart pounded inside of him, at the beast nearly grabbed a hold of the woman.

"Good Job!" He'd yell out as he ran forward, lightsaber swinging with each movement of his arm. He didn't want to think about how he'd even go on to explain the situation to the Council if she had gotten caught and eaten. Come on now Or, we can't think about that right now. His teeth would clench as he came skidding to a halt as he watched the unthinkable occur.

"What the kriff are you doing?" He'd call out to the woman as she clung to the beast's back, who swayed and stomped like a giant baby. GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR, the beast would bellow from it's gut as it's hands frantically swayed back and forth. Oren had to do something quick or she would probably fall.

He'd bring his saber steady, dodging a few times as the beast stomped and danced, his breathing growing heavy as the ground trembled with each pulsing foot. This was going to be harder than it seemed. He'd pull himself up from his roll and slide forward, his blade swinging towards the ankle of the beast.

Unlike durasteel, the creature's flesh seemed to barely budge, and his saber nearly flew out of his hand due to the resistance. The beast would scream out in pain and its attention would quickly turn to the man who had just pricked him. "Oh Kriff," he'd pull himself up onto his feet, quickly sprinting in a straight path away from the Rancor, as the beast chased after him with Mila still clinging onto its back.



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[Mila Tesara]

Mila held on tightly to the creature, her grip slipping as Rancor flesh didn't exactly come with natural hand holds; who'd have thought. Her well groomed nails were hardly appropriate for clinging, as with every thrash the creature gave, Mila could feel her grasp weakening. She couldn't hear Oren shouting, because she quite literally couldn't hear him over her own internal screaming. On the outside of course, Mila looked wide eyed and thrown for a loop, but in reality this was terrifying. "Oren! Hurry!" She attempted to shout out, but it probably sounded like gibberish with the beast thrashing about. For a brief moment, she thought about trying to soothe the mind of beast, surely that was the solution. Then she heard the hiss of a lightsaber, and the roar of the rancor, and putting the two together, she realized Oren had stabbed the Rancor; or more precisely poked it. So that plan went out the window. Still, with the beast going straight at Oren, she at least had time to steady herself and get a better hold. With the sound of her heart thumping in her ears, the Twi'lek looked about in a frenzy, trying to figure out a way to help her jedi companion that didn't involve getting murdered by the Rancor. Then a thought occurred to her, as she looked behind her and witnessed large thick Iron chains that the Rancor was dragging, apperently still shackled to the beasts massive calves.

It seemed like a gamble, but the only sort Mila could think of, as she risked extending her hand and taking hold of one chain, it's weight was heavy, as she had to focus quite hard not to let it slip. She will it towards her, commanding the chain to entangle itself around the Rancor, hoping to trip the beast so that her companion could escape to a safe distance. The chains did indeed wrap around the Rancor's legs, tripping the creature as Mila tangled it up rather badly, however it also sent the Twi'lek flying. Mila struck the ground and rolled, wincing as her pink skin was scrapped by the rough rock and sands, rolling end over end twice, before coming to a stop on her stomach; her face and robes now caked with sand and dirt. The Rancor was none to happy, as the beast let out another roar, kicking it's legs and clawing at the ground as if it was going to drap itself over to the two jedi. Those chains weren't going to hold it forever, but at least they have time. "Another happy landing..." Mila winced, as she would pull herself onto her feet. "Well, I distracted it to the best of my ability. What now?" Mila asked, as she turned to look at Oren, unsure what they were going to do to eliminate the beast; they were rather weaponless at the current after all.

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[Oren Zapan]

Spoiler: Music

Oren watched as the massive beast came tumbling into the ground, as well as his Jedi companion. He stepped closer his, hand rubbing some of the dust off her back with a chuckle, "Well that's one way to free yourself." He'd peer over towards the Rancor that slowly struggled with its large hands and chains.

What are we going to do, what are we going to do...Think...Think...Think... His mind raced with various possible solutions and then it came to him. "I'm gonna need your help," he'd say to the Jedi as he deactivated his own lightsaber. He'd place both of his hands out reaching out with the force, "If we both focus our efforts together...I think we can send this thing flying back," He'd say with some hesitation, but he saw no other choice. He felt the force flowing through his fingers as he waited. For her response and lead.


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[Mila Tesara]

Mila threw the jedi a glance, raising an eyebrow as she could hear the hesitation in his voice. Though she found it rather hard to think his plan was any worse than what she had just pulled off. Seeing him put the saber away and extend her hands, Mila nodded slowly, before looking back to the rancor, seeing it scrapping and lashing out with it's massive claws. "I think you might be correct. We'll do it simultaneously." Mila reached out towards her fellow jedi, a small handshake with the force really, as she wished to link their minds together for this brief instant. If Oren accepted this, then their two minds would be as one, letting the other know when the other was acting. Mila would do as Oren did, reaching out with her hands and focusing on the Rancor, feeling it's massive shape, it's heavy bearing weight. It would be a little bit of a stretch for her on a good day, but with Oren assisting her, nothing was truly impossible with the force. The beast was furious, the chains around it's legs beginning to snap and pop as it was crawling itself to freedom.

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[Oren Zapan]

Spoiler: Music

Oren could feel his connection with Mila through the force, he welcomed her grace and his own signature would intertwine with her own, taking it in and mingling. He felt at peace at this moment, as he peered forward, the power and connection souring through them. They didn't need words at this moment, the two of them were well in lock, and as he moved he could feel his fellow Jedi move with him.

His hands would pull back, the force surging through them and with fluid movement he would push out, watching as Mila's hands extended as well. As if a tornado stormed through the arena a burst would surge through the air towards the Rancor. The combined push was enough to send the Rancor off his feet and a bit off the ground, his body flying back a few meters, crashing into the ground with a crying yelp.

The crowd whispered and the anger of the hutt could be felt through the air. A few blaster bolts would come streaking down as a Mandalorian would enter the arena. Several other thugs would quickly follow suit. "Seems we have a sore loser on our hands." He'd whisper, "Stay behind me, I'll defend you with my blade." He would bring the purple blade up in a defensive stance.


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[Mila Tesara]

Mila could feel the beast start to give, as the Force slammed into the beast, fighting against it as the two jedi exchanged in a battle of wills with the Rancor. It was large, powerful, but the link between the two jedi only made them stronger, and not even the mighty Rancor could deny the strength of the Force. The air let out a roar, a mighty gust as it was let loose, lifting the Rancor up and slamming it into the ground, striking a stone pillar, and being hammered against the side of the arena; with several of the spectators diving for cover in the wake of it.

Mila let out a sigh, kneeling on the ground as she felt the wariness hit her, though she didn't have long to gather her bearings as a Mandalorian began to descend into the arena. "I'm in agreement with you." Mila stated, as she rose to her feet, taking note of the several thugs that were climbing onto the field of battle. "I can take care of myself Master Oren, but your concern is appreciated. Focus on the Mandalorian, I can take the henchmen." With that, Mila would turn towards the nearest man, who held an electrostaff in his hands. She could sense from several meters behind her a man with a blaster was making a bead on her. She put her head forward, a small smile coming to her face as things were about to get very real. The mook behind her pulled the trigger, and with that, all hell had officially broken loose.

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[Oren Zapan]

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Trails of red lasers poured across the arena, towards them. Oren's purple blade flicked and twisted as he let the force guide his defense, deflecting several bolts. It seemed Kragga wasn't going to let them leave so simply. He knew that Mila could handle herself and he appreciated that, but being unarmed seemed like suicide against a whole set of blaster fire. The force wills it, but kriff be damned, I'm not letting her die.

He would push off into the dust, his blade twirling through his hands as he batted down several shots. He would make his way closer to the Mandalorian his saber moving in a rare strike formation. The Mandalorian would bring his wrist guards up, blocking the blade. What the... Oren's eyes widened at the sight as he pulled back blocking a few shots from the Mando.

"Heh...they say my people fought wars against yours...let's say we relive some glory days." The Mandalorian would remove a vibroblade from his back, preparing for attack. Hopefully Mila was managing.

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[Mila Tesara]

Mila stepped to the side, as the shot struck just infront of her, but she didn't slow down. She charged the man with the electrostaff, and jerked to the side as the staff was thrust at her. She reached out with her hand grabbing hold of the haft of the staff and using the force to weaken the thug's grip on the staff. She combined this with a kick the the mans' chest, sending him into the ground as she whipped the staff back and knocked away the blast with her newly acquired weapon. Facing the blaster wielding man, she dropped the back end of the staff into the prone thug, knocking him out with the shock before she rushed forward. She parried one shot, ducked under another, before finally flinging the staff outwards and catching the poor bastard in the legs. A third attacker had joined in now, as he rushed towards the Twi'lek with a vibroblade and nearly tagged her with his blade.

Stumbling back, Mila threw a knee into this newcomers chest, then an elbow into the man's jaw knocked him backwards. By now the fool with the blaster was getting back to his feet, until Mila called the staff back to her, and the poor fool was tripped backwards from the weapon for a second time. One overhead strike finished off the sword wielder, and before the man with a blaster could get to his feet Mila had smacked him into next week. It was by now that Mila felt a sharp sting across her arm, as it turned out the fool from earlier had gotten one shot in on her, but she had no time to linger on it; Oren needed help. Pulling the vibrosword to her free hand, Mila steadied herself, as she aimed at the Mandalorian with the force, before launching the electrostaff like a spear, aiming to stagger the Mandalorain long enough for Oren to get an opening. Having done that, Mila went on the defensive, as several shots began to be leveled at her. The Jedi Knight was sent on the defensive, as she could feel she was reaching her daily limit of force goodness. She was keeping up, but just barely, as whenever she managed to redirect a shot and put on thug down, another one seemed to take his place. On the surface, she seemed unphased by her fastly approaching death, but on the inside she was straining herself to keep track of all the attacks befalling her.
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[Oren Zapan]

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It seemed that Mila was quite proficient with her own combat abilities, striking and taking down scores of men as he fought with the Mandalorian. Their blades would dash back and forth like two dancers stuck in the middle of a duet. The two of them would spin and twist, their blades skipping and jumping through the sky, as both the knight and the hardened Mandalorian tested each other blow for blow.

Oren could feel his heart racing as they fought and he wasn't sure if he could trust in himself for much longer. The Mandalorian could sense this and took flight, aiming several shots towards the Twi'lek to keep her back. Satisfied he would quickly descend, casting a smoke shot towards the feet of the Jedi, casting him into a cloud of thick smoke, blinding him of his senses.

The Mandalorian would switch to thermal signature on his helmet and would lurk through the shadows of the fog, like a cat hunting its prey. Trust in the Force. The words would ring through his head as he closed his eyes, channeling and centering himself. "I am the force, and the force is with me..." He would gently whisper as his lightsaber hummed in front of him.

He could feel the Mandalorian's anger through the energy of the clouds and would quickly parry the warrior's strike. "I don't want to hurt you, stop now and let us walk..we've earned our freedom."

The Mandalorian would grunt and chuckle as he began to swing with a little more ferocity, "Your ligthsaber is going to be a nice collection." He'd sneer as he aimed his blade back for an overhead strike.

Oren could feel this coming and he centered himself. There is no death, only the force. He'd take a deep breath as he quickly swung his blade across the man's chest, cutting him clean around the hips, his torso would fall to the ground and his legs would slowly crumple, any energy that rang from his body was now gone.

Oren would peer down towards the warrior, deactivating his saber with a gentle nod, "I'm sorry."

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[Mila Tesara]

Mila knocked one blast back and nailed a man in the leg, watching as he stumbled forward and gripped at the injured limb. Sadly she couldn't stop the second blast as it struck the blade guard, as the impact from the shot tore the weapon from her hands. Four more shots sailed towards her, and the jedi knight leapt back in response, pulling the electrostaff back towards her, as she planned to keep fighting. It was then that she noticed they had switched to stun blasts, as the familiar o ring blasts began to be sent towards her. Thankfully she was out of range of those shots, though it hardly helped her situation. With the staff in hand, she found herself surrouded by several armed thugs, these men were holding blaster rifles and adorned in combat armor, clearly not the two bit thugs from earlier. But they weren't fire at her. Mila panted, as she stood ready to continue on, though the situation seemed grim. She cast a glance towards Oren, and found him kneeling over the body of the Mandalorian, more of these same men began to circle him as well. It seemed the Hutt had tired of their small display, and he was nipping this in the bud before it drug on much longer.

Seeing that this was a fruitless endeavor, Mila let the staff drop from her hands, as she went to the ground, legs and arms folded, head bowing down, a she awaited her fate to be decided. The crowd's cheers had died down now, as several small droids began to fly about the audience, some sort of siren bellowing from them. Mila paid no attention however, as she merely reflected on the situation at current. They were outnumbered, surrounded, and at the mercy of this Hutt. Surely, there was a reason the crime lord was taking his time with this, but what that reason was, Mila couldn't be sure.

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